A
second triumvirate was formed
That
hunted the traitors.
The
last of the Romans
Fell
over Caesar’s token
Across
the river Styx
As
the battle for Rome’s future raged all around him.
The
traitors died.
Antony
met Caesar’s consort
Her
country fell when he left
The
snake took care of that.
The
August one came
In
the turmoil after the Julian.
Declaring
himself princeps
He
rested the exhausted Rome
On
her glorious throne
Dressed
in an empress’s gown.
During
the august one’s reign
Rome
grew fat with offerings.
She
lay in peace and prosperity
On
her throne
Surrounded
by presents from across the land.
Silks
from China,
Ivory
from Africa,
Jewels
and spices from India,
Gold
and silver flowed from France
Her
conquests took her to the Danube.
She
was sung to sleep by great poets.
Virgil
telling tales of Aeneas,
Horace
singing to Grecian pots
Livy
told the truth,
Ovid
mixing history and myth.
As
she rested her mighty head
Smiling
to herself on the august one’s lap
He
declared Rome to be at peace
Calling
himself “Restorer of the world.”
After
him dynasties came.
Julio
Claudians provided stability,
Flavians
gave Rome a proper public crown,
The
five good ones spread the empire further.
Emperors
came and went like weather.
Some
were fair
Others
stormy.
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